Her Heartless Evil Man

However, without the speed just now, I look up at the blue sky, and the clouds are slowly floating. That's what I long for.

Close your eyes and feel the feeling of galloping in the dark. I miss that there is no him behind me.

However, his inlay is firm and doesn't give me any chance to break free.

Beat tired, bite tired, I helplessly rely on him, let the horse gallop quietly on the grassland, let his taste linger around me.

I'm tired, really tired.

In fact, I really want to have a dependence that can accompany me until I get old.

In fact, I really wanted to run my new home with him.

In fact, I really want to make myself deeply love him.

Because he is my husband.

However, at the beginning of dependence and management, love never began.

"Sorry." his voice floated in the wind and entered my ears word by word.

I am silent, let tears fall quietly, wet my clothes

When the horse stopped, I hid myself in his arms, as if I had hidden a heart. When I couldn't see the eyes of others, my heart was particularly peaceful.

Put me gently on the bed. I closed my eyes as if I had bypassed the valley of death again. The scene of the horse falling into the swamp infringed on every nerve of me. I killed it.

Gently, he treated the wound on my leg, changed the medicine and wrapped it up. There was a thick tarpaulin outside the cloth. I kept quiet and let him change it. I knew that it was no use for me to refuse again, and my strength was not as strong as his.

I wanted to ask him why he put that layer of tarpaulin, but he was ashamed to open his mouth.

Vaguely heard the sound of water in the room, a touch of water vapor rippling around, wet and warm moistening my body and hair.

There was a panic. I opened my eyes and his big hand was grabbing my clothes.

Hide to the side of the bed, trying to avoid his hand, "I don't want you, I'll do it myself." the big bucket not far away told me that he wanted to bathe me.

He pulled back his hand, looked at me and smiled, "come on yourself."

I looked at his unblinking eyes and said angrily, "go out." I'm always bullying me. My heart is unwilling.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he turned around and walked out obediently.

I stared round and didn't believe it.

His maid followed him out.

At this moment, I was alone in the room.

The dense steam was steaming, which made me a little scared.

"Ruoqing." I called softly.

Ruoqing really ran in, "big sweat said you wanted to call me, so he did."

Giggling, the girl doesn't know the sadness in my heart at all. Well, it's better if she doesn't know at such a humiliating moment. Otherwise, goodbye, I'm uncomfortable in my heart.

One by one, the clothes fell to the ground, which reminded me of the embarrassment again. I quickly wanted to take off all my clothes. There were too many unbearable records on it.

Naked, I pushed away ruoqing's arm, "you go out."

Step into the water and let the clear water wash every inch of my skin. The grass is fragrant. The water surface is filled with light green grass. The taste is a little familiar.

Why bother to give me his inherent grass fragrance.

He soaked himself in the water, picked up the grass one by one, put it neatly on the wooden stool, and then smelled the water. It was still full of grass fragrance. The original smell of grass had already infiltrated into the embrace of the water unknowingly.

Now, it can no longer linger.

Just like his taste.

Fingers rub every inch of skin in the water, trying to wash away the memory and stay in the water.

However, memory is like war, even if you die, it is still clear.

For a long time, I was tired. My red body was like a red flower in the water. I leaned gently, closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace around me. It was good when no one disturbed me.

A finger gently rubbed my temple. I didn't hear footsteps, but the taste was the same as that in the water.

Let him rub it, when he was so tender.

My legs were slightly numb, and I was only surprised when I moved gently. I was still covered by no clothes.

He sank down, submerged himself in the water, hid his fingers and blushed.

Hold your breath, bubbles are steaming in the water, and people are almost out of breath.

Spread in the water, floating on the water, dancing in a mess.

Suddenly, my body pulled out of the water. In the twinkling of an eye, I was wrapped in a soft quilt. Turdan put me on a chair and wiped my hair. His fingers gently made me think that he was ruoqing behind me.

But no, I know. He's turdan.

Wet hair, still with water, you can feel the drops of water falling all the way when he picked me up.

The moment of landing and bursting must be a dazzling beauty.

"It's getting dark." his magnetic voice went into my ears like a magic sound.

I close my eyes as if I were looking at the clouds floating in the sky in the dark. I feel free in my heart.

I can't help but give it to him.

I can't keep a Zen heart.

Always, it is inevitable that some secular roses will bloom.

The sound of clothes falling to the ground, one after another, one after another, seemed to tell me his eagerness.

His eagerness, my helplessness.

His eagerness, my helplessness.

Fear.

The moment I was afraid, I told myself that I could lose everything except my heart.

In this way, it will not hurt deeply.

The warm quilt was opened, and his lips kissed the drops of water on me, drop by drop, and then put them into my mouth, half for me and half for himself.

The feeling of heart fibrillation.

scorching hot.

Mixed with sad silence.

It was as if a storm was coming.

It was a quiet moment when roses were in bud.

The beautiful tenderness reminds me of the frequent death of butterflies. There is an unlucky feeling in the moment passing through my mind.

I don't want your tenderness.

No.

It's a mellow wine of 8888 degrees.

I turned over, my teeth openly bit his chin, and then squinted at the clear tooth marks. I smiled. This is the process of flower petals blooming.

Always go wild once, and always listen to the blooming of roses.

"Qiqige." you are a goblin.

Look, I really became his flower. (Qiqige, translated into Chinese, means flower.)

I looked at him with half desire and half reluctance in my eyes. I wanted to do my best in his heart, but I only looked at me in his eyes.

Flowers bloom and fall to the ground.

When the pain hit, a lip sealed my whisper.

In the bed tent, there is spring.

Endless, two hearts.

One evil maniac, one valve tremor.

When I gasped for a long time and faded away, it was his powerful arms that held me.

Grass fragrance, on me, on him.

No division of each other.

From then on, I can only respect him as my heaven and earth.

"Mirror." breaking the silence, I asked him for it.

"Do what." his voice was still full of desire.

"Mirror." I deliberately persistent.

When he got up, I closed my eyes and didn't want to see him naked. I was very ashamed.

Take it, get into the quilt and tickle me. "What do you want to take, take it from me? Take it from you, take it from you."

My face was serious, took it in my hand and shone on my neck. It was snow-white without a trace of red mark.

Mercilessly, long fingernails crossed, bloody.

Qinwa's place was once a mass of kiss marks.

Originally, I have been so concerned about Qin Wa's show off in front of me.

And this one, I crossed by myself, is to wake myself up.

Heart, still can't lose.

Listen, vaguely hear the rustle of the grass.

Slow, slow.

The night is thick.

The thick night recorded his wildness, and the moonlight lightened the elegance of a room through the narrow gap of the curtain.

When the morning light attacked the room, I looked at him sleeping soundly beside me. It was hard to imagine that if it was like this at night, would he still be the same high spirited during the day.

The whole body is full of sour pain. Even if I fall asleep, I have to frown. This guy really has no mercy on me.

When I went to sleep, the last scene in my eyes was his handsome face, wild and unrestrained, even in my sleep

I don't know how long I slept. In my deep sleep, I had a dream that my forehead was cold. Who was painting on my forehead.

Reach out and touch, but those arms quickly escape, so that I can't catch him.

Ran away and never came back. I continued my dream.

"Miss, wake up quickly. The Empress Dowager will come to see you later." I rubbed my eyes and opened them. Ruoqing looked a little frightened.

Empress dowager, what is she doing here? Yesterday's experience made me not want to see her.

However, can I not see her? She is turdan's biological mother. If I want to survive here, I have to cater to her joys and sorrows.

"Help me dress up." light, my heart is a grievance.

"Miss, the sweat has told me to bathe first and then change clothes when the Miss wakes up. I guess I'm going to wake up the miss. So the water has already been prepared." ruoqing told me in her smiling eyes that turdan was so careful to me.

The warm water faded my soreness and pain.

When I got up and dressed, the maids were changing the sheets and quilts on the bed.

A bloody plum blossom was reflected in front of me. I stared at it. There were some tears in my eyes. That little red was once my most precious, but now it's gone. For it, I suffered tongue injury and humiliation, but I don't know if everything last night was really worth it.

"Wait. Put away the sheets and take them to my account." keep them as a souvenir and a memory of saying goodbye to yesterday.

If Qing helped me to the dressing table and there was a blooming face in an oval copper mirror, was that me? Pink skin seems to be preaching the joy of last night. There is less calmness, less sadness and more of a little woman's taste.

However, there are a little more red plum blossoms on his forehead, which are dazzling in the mirror.

When did the plum blossom become my mark.

One night, I didn't know.